My parents, with an elegant sense of art and sadism, had saddled me with Samuel Giuseppi Grunewald Franklin. My friends called me Sam; I never claime... Ken was one of my friends.The woman by his side looked at me with something that wasn't exactly pity, took my hands in hers and brushed her lips against my cheek. "I'm sorry for your loss," she said in a husky voice, "I know it's not a consolation, but there are others who survive every day. Just don't try to rush things -- we all have our. Par mare jevan mai asle mode ek din aaya, hamare ghar se kuch dure par mare chacha ka ghar tha mai eksar unke ghar kafi time paas keya karta tha unki ek ladki or ek ladka tha ritu or sonu jo mujhe behut pyar karte thhe, ritu ke age 20 saal the or sonu ke 18 saal,dono mai bhi behut pyar tha,Ek din mare ghar mai daal bani thi to mai khana khane k leye chacha kk ghar chela geya mai kabhi dopher k weqt weha nahi jata tha , jab mai weha pehuca to chacha chachi so rahe the,maine khana khud leya or. It was like mercy kissing. I actually have done that with bjs & fucking but those are different stories.But he was realy thankful so I agreed to a couple more kisses---for mercy ya know---and after a lil more talking, he admitted he never even felt a girl up. I was surprised. NOT. Well, I wasnt about to have sex with my cousin or give him a bj. Although……… If he had been a hotty, I might of. But, damn, he was 19 and never even felt a girl? Talk about a mercy thing. Not because he wasnt. A short man with glasses and a tie rather than an apron strode our way. He stopped and smiled at me and Jordan, though I thought it was forced. "Would you excuse us? I need to speak with her for a minute."I could tell by Leanne's expression that this wasn't a conversation she was looking forward to. According to the man's name tag, he was Daren Finnegan, Manager. He took Leanne by the elbow and led her only a few feet away. Daren wasn't merely short; his head barely cleared the top of Leanne's.